I saw them earlier. They must be hiking up into the mountains for a party. This weekend is one of the last for spring break. I am hungry. I know there is easy prey out there. Its almost like a horror movie is playing out in my life. City brats who have no idea about this mountain or the people around it. My mother and her clan own this land, they do their crazy witch craft shit. I know I can get the men to help me grab those brats . We need a few for the blood moon. I walked up the path to see them all there. They were doing the typical teen thing, drinking around a fire, some a re passed out and some are fucking in plain sight. No one noticed me. No one saw me walk into their camp until I grabbed the big titted red head and threw her into the fire. They started to scream and run as I stood there laughing at them. The men from the cult grabbed them and tied them all up. I grabbed the red head who fell out of the fire. She was begging me to stop. To help her. I kissed her burnt lips and pushed her back into the fire. I’m going to eat good tonight. Now I need to find my new sex slave. I’m thinking about using this big black one.
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Spring Means Pig Roasts!
One of the many things I enjoy about warmer weather are picnics. I am a huge fan of old fashioned pig roasts. I find the perfect pig, invite a few close friends over, and we set around the fire telling ghost stories and eating. Now, my pig roasts are unlike any other you have attended. I don’t actually roast pig. Pig is cheap and bad for you. I have a much more sophisticate pallet. I roast young women, sorta like veal. The younger girls are more tender, void of the toxins that plague more seasoned meat, and leaner.
We stalk the perfect “pig” for weeks. Learn her habits, determine if she is pure enough to devour. She has to be special to sacrifice. This year’s piggy is April. She is as smart as she is beautiful. She is a vegan who does not believe in dying her hair or tanning or using botox. It is rare to find a natural beauty in this day and age. But we are patient, and we do our research to find the perfect meal.
Right now she is in my basement getting prepped. Being fed healthy smoothies to plump her up. Having her body washed daily in pineapple juice to make her tastier. People think cannibals are savages, crazed killers, but there are many sound reasons for eating human flesh. It’s quite healthy. The bones can be ground up for many medicinal benefits, including good dental hygiene. Many diseases can be prevented by eating the human brain. It promotes communalism. It helps with population control. One body can feed a family for several months , and provide well balanced nutrition. So cannibalism is cost efficient.
My friends and I are always looking for, um, fresh meat. Although it is fun to hunt your dinner, there is nothing wrong with pointing us in the direction of our next meal. Maybe you would enjoy helping me stalk my next meal or would like to offer yourself up as dinner. There is no higher purpose in life than sacrificing your life for others. When my next meal is served, will you be a guest or the main course?
Dick Eaters
Castration phone sex is something I am interested in. Something about taking a mans power away from him turns me on and makes me wetter than the ocean. Every time I get my goodies delivered my dope boy still reminds me of the time I bit his dick. I’m surprised he still brings me my dope. He always rubs up on me and thinks he could force his dick in my pussy. Since I have a dirty secret that I love to hurt people and he wants to dive into my cunt with his big black cock. I wonder what his big bloody cock would taste like next to mashed potatoes. Id like to grill up his cock in-front of him and have him eat a piece of it. Oh Id love to watch him eat his cock the same way he would try to slam his cock in my mouth. Id love to tease him and make him think he is gonna get off. That he would get to fuck this pussy. Nope, he would eat his own cock.
A Bloody Mary Before Dinner
As I was suspended from a rafter, I heard blood curdling screams beneath me. It was dark. I could see nothing. Added to the mix was the sound of a chainsaw. I was shaking uncontrollably from fear. What carnage was going on beneath me. Was I next? The screams were deafening. I wanted to help but I was restrained and gagged. Suddenly I felt something warm and sticky spray my body. The screams stopped. I tried to be quiet, not to whimper. My heart was racing. Whatever had happened beneath my feet did not end well for the screaming girl.
I could feel myself being lowered down to the floor. I stepped in something warm, but wet. It was seeping between my toes. I was paralyzed with fear. Instinctively I knew I was in the middle of a blood bath. What I was feeling surrounding my feet was blood. Copious amounts of blood. Without warning bright lights came on. The lights were blinding, but I could see the dead girl in the bathtub. Her limbs severed and dangling in a macabre fashion. She looked like a slain China doll. Her blood had filled up the shallow tub she was contained in and overflowed onto the floor, engulfing me.
Two men were gutting her like a pig. They appeared to be harvesting her organs. They pulled her eyes out from their sockets, put them on ice. They separated the vital organs like the heart, liver and kidneys from the intestines and the brain. I puked at the smell. Surely this was a nightmare and I would wake up and be back at the club dancing. I watched a man in black rubber boots and a rubber apron, chop up the body parts they could not sell. The non worthy flesh was put in a industrial size blender. Puréed brain, intestines and sinew was poured into a cup.
I watched him chug it like it was a beer. I thought I would vomit. Then he poured a second glass, walked over to where I was hanging, pulled my head back and forced me to consume the bloody remains of the dead girl before my eyes. I was told if I spit it back up, I would be in the tub next. I tried to think of it as just a Bloody Mary. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Was I a victim or an accomplice? He replied, “Neither. You are dinner. It’s customary to a have a drink before a meal.”
Cannibalism phone sex
I was just finishing up my grocery shopping the other day when I ran into some brats selling cookies. I had to have some. I asked a couple of them for help taking them all to my truck, where of course I knocked them both out and threw them in the back of my truck. I drove home, just wondering what to do with them. I finally decided as I pulled into the driveway, smiling to myself. So many ideas. I threw the little brats on the bed after putting my groceries and cookies away. They were both out cold, the little dears.
I picked one up and brought her to the kitchen counter, where I slit her throat and killed her in one swift moment. No bubbles, no screams, no second thoughts. One moment she’s here, one moment she’s not, funny how life works out. Or doesn’t, in this case. Hehe. I took her lifeless little body and turned it over, fingering her still-warm, tiny little cunny . I grabbed a glass of ice cold milk and let her blood pool into it until it was the color of strawberry milk. I then threw her body in the backyard, right in front of the window, and woke her little friend. I sat her down at the kitchen table. “Hey sweetie” I said, right at her eye level “A man hurt you and I saved your life. We’ll go back to the store and see your mommy soon. Just relax and have cookies and milk. Do you like strawberry?
” She nodded her head and I brought her two cookies and the milk, swirling it so the blood mixed in with the milk. Perfect. I sat it In front of her and rubbed her little head, her soft mousy hair was pulled back into two braids. She nibbled at the cookies and her face dropped when she sipped at the milk. “I think your milk is sour” she told me. “I’m sorry sweets. Take one more sip…Ooooh, birds!” I pointed at the vultures pecking away at her dead friend and she screamed as I slit her throat from behind. Hmmm, now what to do with this one? Maybe a yummy roast..
Guess Whose Coming to Dinner?
I answered an ad in the Back Pages for a stripper gram job. I have the perfect body for it, and needed the extra cash. I arrived at the house for what was my very first delivery. I even had balloons attached to my nipples. Fancy house in Santa Barbara along the ocean. Two strapping young men answered, invited me inside. They offered me some wine to take off the edge. Next thing I knew, I was naked on a table and a Goth evil looking bitch was standing over me with a blow torch. The guys called her Storm.
“What the fuck is going on,” I demanded to know. Storm, used the blow torch on my nipples, charring them. I let out a yelp, started to scream bloody murder, when an apple was shoved in my mouth. The boys started playing with my pussy when Storm, slapped their hands away. “Don’t play with your food,” she quipped. Food? WTF? Was I dinner? I started to panic. I looked around and saw huge bottles of seasoning, big pots and pans and a Hansel and Gretel sized oven. When I glanced back at Storm she was holding a life size spit grill.
Storm instructed her male accomplices to scrub my body, wash my hair and get me clean for seasoning. I heard her tell them for the best meal, dirty whores need cleansed of all the nasty chemicals on their body. “Meal preparation is the key, boys to a tasty, healthy meal,” she informed them. I was strapped to the table, couldn’t move. I had hoped this was some elaborate joke, but Storm did not appear to be the joking kind. Her kitchen help even shaved my pussy and gave me a douche to clean out what Storm referred to as my “skanky stripper pussy.” After my body was clean, the boys covered me in melted butter while Storm sprinkled me with ground pepper. She was telling the boys I was the perfect size for eating. Not too skinny, not too fat, just the right size of plump.
I knew what was coming next. I clenched my teeth, closed my eyes, and waited for the pain. The boys rammed that spit up my ass and out my mouth. I felt it pierce my innards. Storm washed the blood from my face, but the apple back on the end of the spit. They put me over an open fire, turned me a few times to char my flesh. The pain was excruciating. I wished for a quick death. It did not come. The aroma of my seasoned burning flesh was intoxicating to Storm and her henchmen, but nauseating to me. I could hear them talking about how good I smelled. I wanted to die. They pulled me off the fire pit, and shoved me in this big oven.
Flames engulfed my body. Smoke filled my nose. The smell of my seasoned flesh permeating my nose. Before I passed out, I heard Storm say, “Rick will be very pleased with his special dinner.”
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Cannibalism Phone Sex with Kali
I had a pregnant friend. Her name was Stephanie. She had long silver hair and she was married to a guy named Jonathan. They’d been trying for years and years to have a little rugrat of their own. And when she did, gosh we were so excited! We went out to the mall and got our shop on. We bought the little angel some toys and some gender neutral clothes. We talked to the glob of cells like it was already human. We were laughing on our way to the car, and when we got in, something felt odd. Suddenly there was a voice from the backseat. “You will go where I say” it growled “or I will put a bullet in your head so fast God won’t know what hit ya” Steph nodded from the driver’s seat. He had a gun and was pointing it back and forth between the two of us. I pissed myself. He made her drive to a seemingly normal house and pull into the driveway. He got out of the car. “No screaming. No funny business. Walk to the front door. Walk in. Don’t say a word” We did as we were told and we entered the house. It smelled like cat piss and rotten meat and was decorated with very realistic looking skulls. He led us to a filthy garage. “Lie over that workbench, on your back” he told Steph. She did as he told her, without hesitation. The fear in her eyes was so awful that I threw up, and the man laughed “This is just beginning, little darlin” he handed me a hammer and a nail. “You take her hand. Drive it into that bench” He held the gun to my chest and I started to cry. “She’s my best friend” He cocked the hammer of the pistol and lifted it to my chin. “I’ll drive the first one, you drive the second” He gingerly placed the gun down, hammer still cocked, and gently placed the nail in the center of Steph’s hand. He swung up a big hammer and drove the nail all the way through her hand and onto the board in one swift motion. She screamed and he slapped her across the face. He handed me the big hammer and another nail. “Your turn” I mouthed “sorry” to her as I drove the huge nail into her palm. I was not as strong as the man, and it took me 3 swings. He took the hammer from me “nice job” He took a dirty, rusty chisel and sharpened it against a stone. He pulled her shirt up and handed me the tool. “Cut it out” he commanded. Steph screamed, a deathly, animal, gutteral scream, and started begging him. “Anything. Take my house, all my money, my cars. You can have everything, just don’t take my…” he slapped her hard across the jaw. “Fuck you.” He looked at me. “Do it. Now. I’ll start it for you” He took the edge of the chisel and jammed it into her pubic bone. Steph, thankfully, passed out, whether of pain or shock I’m not sure. Blood started gushing out of her and he handed me the bloodied handle. “Now. Take it out” I started taking the chisel out and he slapped my face. “Not that, dumbshit. I have a cannibalism phone sex fetish I want to play out” Take. It. Out” I started to stammer “She’s…I…they’ve been trying to…” “Look sweetcheeks. I don’t have time for this. I”ve gotta work in an hour. You cut that monster out or I will slaughter both of you”
And I did. I sliced my friend’s womb open and took the wriggling, beating little monster out of it. I handed it to the man; I remember how filthy his hands were, with grease and blood and who knows what else, He made me slice her throat and stay until she bled out, and then he sent me on my way. I was numb for about two weeks, and I finally managed to find the energy to go out to eat. Fuck it, I just lost my best friend, why not my money, too? I made a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. I got there and a waiter came up after I’d been seated. “We’ve been waiting for you. The chef has a special meal for you. It’s on the house, madame” The chef came out. It was the man from the mall. He handed me a plate.
“steak tartare for the lady.”
He winked at me.
It didn’t taste like steak.
Valentine’s Day Delivery
Valentines Day – a day for lovers and gluttony. Although he was not my lover, at least not of the flesh, he was so much more. We shared a much more intimate relationship. Something that connected us on a much deeper level. There was absolutely no way I would ever trust a lover with my soul the way I trusted Rick. He was my teacher, mentor, and I couldn’t think of a better person to share this day with. We had discussed this victim before hand, had everything prepared and ready. When she rang the doorbell it all fell into place so naturally. And when it was over, we ate like a king and queen.
I had met with a few possibilities. Went to many floral shops the week prior. Looking for the right delivery girl. Luckily when I did find her, Rick approved. She was healthy, good muscle tone, and took good care of her skin. She was developed in all the right places. And cumming out of the winter, she had a nice layer of fat still attached to her muscle tone. I placed my order & we waited for the main course to knock.
Greeted with a smile and a dozen red roses, I was excited. She had such a warmness about her. And was more then willing to step inside when a tip was offered. “I just have to go into the den to retrieve my purse. Won’t you come in darling?” Once her feet passed the entryway, Rick was able to come out of the shadows and subdue our main course. He bound her wrists and ankles all too well. I cut her clothing and carried her warm naked body into the bath, where I would clean and shave her. Her curves were delicious and I could almost taste the gravy that would start from her breasts. The warm water was waking her slightly. I scrubbed her clean and shaved the winter leg hair from her body. I rambled on about how she would really enjoy inhaling the spicy fragrance that would baste the meat as it cooked. I boasted about the star chef of the evening. And thanked her for joining our dinner table.
Patting her dry I then carried a very confused young delivery girl into the kitchen. Rick smiled with approval as I lay her into the basting pan. Finally realizing her significance in the evening’s meal, she struggled just a bit. I giggled as I watched the liquid gold painting her pale white skin, as Rick basted her breasts. I could only imagine how that tangy liquid gold felt as it entered even her most personal parts. Rick and I smiled as we set the timer and put her in the oven. Only thing left to do is watch the meat so it cooks evenly, and uncork a nice bottle of red wine to complement the meal.
Cannibalism phone sex with Morticia
Sitting here in this dark room just listening to the sound of moment and her whimpers is making my pussy wet. She is so young. I am thinking about keeping her training her to be my sick and twisted little pet. Who knew that this blonde hair blue eyed cunt would grab me for me in the dark because she is afraid. She must having something wrong with her brain. Or the fact that her parents beat her daily means she would rather be beaten that anything else. That is the kind of pet I want. She didn’t seem to mind eating parts of my last victim. I need to get rid of his body. The dogs only ate so much, mother and her “family” didn’t like how tough the meat was.
I sit here in the dark thinking about everything. If I can train this nasty whore to be my pet things would be so different. I giggle to myself thinking about how long she has been down here in the dark. She must think its been one long night but really she has been locked down here and beaten in the dark for a week now. Fuck! Am I getting soft? Do I need to end this cunts life right now? No, I am still fucked up and crazy. I’ll go beat her for a while. That will make me feel better.
Killer Dinner Party
I know I do not fit in. I never have, likely never will. I tried to make some new hipster friends recently. If for any other reason, than just to not look like such a Wednesday Adams to my parents, and more importantly the cops. Every time someone goes missing, I don’t need them looking at the antisocial bitch in the community. I got invited to a dinner party. The conversation was insipid at best. But, I was trying. All these dudes in skinny jeans was criminal, however. And the music , don’t get started on that. A bullet to the brain was less painful than this awful band Neutral Milk Honey. What the fuck kind of name is that anyway? When I suggested we play some Slayer, maybe go a little “South of Heaven,” this one bitch started spewing some post modernistic babble about pastiche and irony exhausting themselves as aesthetics. Essentially she was using pretentious speech to insult heavy metal. Unacceptable.
When I heard the lyric, “And one day we will die and our ashes will fly,” I lost it. I thought this bitch’s one day is now. My hero Patrick Bateman channeled through me, as I grabbed the butcher knife in the ham and just started giving the Roger Ebert of music 50 whacks. I realized it was not all in my head. I was killing this bitch on the dining room table for real. Blood spewed all over the ceiling and across the faces of dumbfounded assholes in colored skinny jeans. They looked at me like I was a crazed bitch. I am I guess. But I could not let her drone on like that. Her body laid lifeless, covered in blood like some macabre center piece. Made me wet.
The room was silent. They all were in shock; they feared me. I have impulse control issues, as well as anger issues. I simply have no tolerance for stupidity or pretentiousness. I did think for a moment of killing them all. The world needs less hipsters anyway, but I decided to use their fear to control them. If they didn’t want to be a bloody centerpiece, a dead hipster, they better join me in dining on their friend. I forced them to eat her remains. I am usually more methodical about my kills so I don’t have to worry about detection and proper disposal, but shit happens. I have discovered that eating the victim, hides the remains. I was covered in their friend’s blood wielding a big ass knife, which apparently put the fear of God in them. They sprinkled some hot sauce on her and started eating her like she was BBQ ribs; like they were the progeny of Hannibal Lector. Gave new meaning to the phrase “having a friend over for dinner.” Made me more wet.
I don’t play well with others. But, I do play well with knives and annoying people. Invite me to your dinner party. I will fly into a rage and kill whomever annoys you too.